Watch your own steps!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
From the origins nothing exists.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Spring comes: grass grows.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
No good thought, no evil thought.
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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